I'm Not a Princess
Twenty-Three
Gabe's View
Minutes trickle by as I sit on the bathtub's edge, my feet wet to my ankles. The water keeps running as I bury my hands in my hair with my elbows resting on my knees.
How did this happen? All I wanted... I just... was I wrong? But I'm never wrong. Not about girls. I know them like the back of my hand. The good from the bad, everything. And she...
Avery was great. Perfect. Smart, talented, everything.
So why wasn't she drawn to me? And I've changed through the years. I'm actually thinking about the future sometimes. And I could see her with me. More than just... more than just that. Like we'd mean a lot to each other.
What went wrong?
There's a knock on the door. "You coming out any time soon?" Ryland calls. "It's late, man."
"I know," I snap. "Later." Groaning silently, I rub the back of my neck, still caught up in trying to figure out everything. This night was going so well... everything was working out. So she was a little harder to catch, but this was just.... too much.
I can't forget her.
"But I can't have her," I mutter and sigh, staring down at the water. The cuffs on my pants are getting wet with the water level rising. But I don't care. My thoughts stray back to the gorgeous doll-like girl of the evening, every bit of it...
She doesn't want me? Fine. I'll stay away. I remind myself constantly of those words as my band and I meet up with the dancers during their break rehearsal two days later. All amazing, of course. We only look for the best.
"Hey, Gabe..." her soft voice makes me turn, looking at her through tired eyes. I haven't slept well lately. Avery stands there, fiddling with her water bottle. "I just... I uh, wanted to say that... you know, that night. I feel sort of bad, I guess..."
I shrug, cutting her off. "Whatever. It's done. Anyways, you and the other front three were going a little too fast to our song. You'll need to slow down. And I hope you'll all be ready for our first show here next week. Then we're heading southeast."
"Oh, well I..."
My feet move and lead me away from her, not waiting to hear anything else. Every time I hear her voice, my heart melts like honey and I just want to stick to her and never leave. But I won't let this- this crush go on. No, if she wants to be a pro, then we'll all be pros.
She doesn't want this, so I'll grant her the wish.
Minutes trickle by as I sit on the bathtub's edge, my feet wet to my ankles. The water keeps running as I bury my hands in my hair with my elbows resting on my knees.
How did this happen? All I wanted... I just... was I wrong? But I'm never wrong. Not about girls. I know them like the back of my hand. The good from the bad, everything. And she...
Avery was great. Perfect. Smart, talented, everything.
So why wasn't she drawn to me? And I've changed through the years. I'm actually thinking about the future sometimes. And I could see her with me. More than just... more than just that. Like we'd mean a lot to each other.
What went wrong?
There's a knock on the door. "You coming out any time soon?" Ryland calls. "It's late, man."
"I know," I snap. "Later." Groaning silently, I rub the back of my neck, still caught up in trying to figure out everything. This night was going so well... everything was working out. So she was a little harder to catch, but this was just.... too much.
I can't forget her.
"But I can't have her," I mutter and sigh, staring down at the water. The cuffs on my pants are getting wet with the water level rising. But I don't care. My thoughts stray back to the gorgeous doll-like girl of the evening, every bit of it...
She doesn't want me? Fine. I'll stay away. I remind myself constantly of those words as my band and I meet up with the dancers during their break rehearsal two days later. All amazing, of course. We only look for the best.
"Hey, Gabe..." her soft voice makes me turn, looking at her through tired eyes. I haven't slept well lately. Avery stands there, fiddling with her water bottle. "I just... I uh, wanted to say that... you know, that night. I feel sort of bad, I guess..."
I shrug, cutting her off. "Whatever. It's done. Anyways, you and the other front three were going a little too fast to our song. You'll need to slow down. And I hope you'll all be ready for our first show here next week. Then we're heading southeast."
"Oh, well I..."
My feet move and lead me away from her, not waiting to hear anything else. Every time I hear her voice, my heart melts like honey and I just want to stick to her and never leave. But I won't let this- this crush go on. No, if she wants to be a pro, then we'll all be pros.
She doesn't want this, so I'll grant her the wish.
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so sad..... what shall happen now?